She Didn't Slow Down

Kitasan Black's decision was like a silent thunderclap exploding over the track.

She did not hesitate in the slightest. That resolve born of absolute confidence transformed into an even steadier, more sustained acceleration.

Wrapped in her black gold Victory Outfit, she was like Black Lightning cleaving through the Green Grass Sea, relentlessly and resolutely widening the gap between herself and the pack behind with near-ruthless efficiency.

One Horse Length, two Horse Lengths, three Horse Lengths...

Five Horse Lengths.

Her stride still retained the efficiency and precision of a front-running Running Style, but her pace was clearly continuing to rise.

Strangely, this acceleration was not explosive.

It was like a rising tide—slow, yet impossible to resist.

So much so that, after their initial tension, the opponents watching her closely from behind actually developed the illusion that they could still keep up.

The pack roared through the bend on the left side of the stands, swept into the curve, then charged onto the long straight track opposite the grandstand.

By then, roughly 1,300 meters of the race had passed.

Only then did the Horse Girls in the trailing pack abruptly realize that something was wrong!

"This...! When... did the gap get this big?!"

Teio Sho, positioned near the front of the Midfield, suddenly lifted her head. Her gaze behind her lenses swept sharply ahead, and her heart jolted.

That black gold figure had somehow pulled far ahead, the distance having expanded to a full seven or eight Horse Lengths!

"She's accelerating... She's been accelerating all along!" she cried inwardly.

Just behind and to the side, Satomi Noble's expression changed. She tried to steady her breathing rhythm, but the retreating back ahead of her brought immense psychological pressure.

Further back, Katsuno Stone gritted her teeth, her heart sinking.

"Damn... I've been dragged into